The root of the issue is that Phenom loves little furry things. This is how we arrived at a household full of little furry things that grew up into fat, lazy, furry things.
Two years ago, a furry thing showed up on our back porch that was so skinny that Phenom thought it was a baby opossum. It turned into a cat. Then, that cat, about a year ago, had a litter of five kittens directly under a drain pipe, the day before a tropical storm hit. She was ill equipped to be a mother, and ended up abandoning 4 of the 5 little furry things. The one that survived, we found a loving home for the moment it could be taken from its mother.
Then, last spring, she had a litter of 3 little furry things. She had them in the bushes just beyond the fence. Each day, we could check on them but the fence was reassuring to the mother. She did a good job with these furry things. But, we still found a home for them. They now are catching mice in the barns of a local farm. (In fact, I have eggs in my fridge right now from the farm.)
Yesterday, I noticed that "'Possum" was skinny again. When I came home from the office, Phenom told me to go stand in the laundry room. Sure enough, I could hear little furry things squalling. 'Possum has made the space below the laundry room her nursery.
I don't mind. When they squall, we know they are safe and when they quickly stop squalling, we know she's tending to them. I just hope laundry day doesn't freak them out. And, Phenom is hoping that they are as playful and friendly as the last ones.